EXCLUSIVELY HIS (Dirty short stories)
His body had long grown numb, and his hole kept breathing on its own, but the bastards kept going as if they knew no rest.
Uea suddenly remembered one of the curses he got from the readers back then___ ."I hope you encounter the same thing the MC encountered. You scum writer."
Uea cried without tears. How could such a powerful reader be his fan?
Such mouth?... he [the reader] should have cursed him [Uea] a bit more instead!
Uea forced out the little smile he could muster as his consciousness faded.
Bye, mafia world.
'Though sweet and incomparable, and I would have loved to stay here for the rest of my life, I... I have other arcs to enjoy!'